He stood rooted to the pavement and watched as Jestyn got into a car and drove away and the man went into the house with Hughes' child. When the door opened, Hughes found himself looking at the man who had kissed Jestyn, no longer holding the baby. More than 20 years of spying left Hughes with some instincts, and this man seemed to him like a fellow spy. The man took out a pocket knife and cut the tags out of Hughes' clothes, then pulled a book out of his breast pocket. I asked before if people would be interested in some short stories about possible explanations for the Somerton Man mystery. I just came to apologize to you, man to man. Hughes looked for the stars again, but he wasn't looking straight up anymore, since the man had dropped him crooked.
